A Day at the Pergamon Museum
We visited the Pergama museum with my family in June. It was hot and we were met with the cool and relaxing weather of Berlin for the summer as the taxi that dropped us off dropped us behind the museum. We actually came to the museum a few days ago, but since we didn't know that we had to make a reservation online, we could only visit the surrounding places. After this experience, we entered the museum easily with our museum card and encountered the interesting historical buildings of the museum.
Although my sister and I had planned to travel, my mother joined us because my father traveled too fast for us and my mother's language deficiency. While visiting the museum, I witnessed that Berlin was visited by many foreigners from many cultures. The museum was full of irrelevant but curious people, from an English guide who noisily told about historical artifacts to primary school students who came to visit the museum with their teachers. Also, another thing I noticed while visiting the museum was that almost everything was brought or taken from Turkey or countries that were in the Ottoman lands at that time.
All of us, including myself, were excited to see the statues of gods and goddesses, since a few months before my brother came, he had read a detective novel by a Turkish author in this museum. The room with the statues was breathtaking. With a high, domed ceiling, glossy flooring, and gigantic statues of gods, you could truly feel yourself in front of the gods, if only you were alone. After taking a few pictures and trying to read the names of the gods we hadn't heard before, I couldn't help but think; I wish I had come to know about these gods and goddesses.
On the way to the top floor of the museum, I, my mother and sister, were stopped at a door. A man had asked for our tickets, and my mother said, "My wife," in her insufficient English—and a little too excited—to say it was my father's. he had said. My brother and I looked at each other for a while and grinned, before my brother corrected me by leaning into my mother's ear and saying "Husband." We all laughed, including the attendant standing at the door, who could have gone straight in, after all, it could have been his wife. After a while, the same officer asked us "Husband?" as we descended the stairs. He joked:)
